Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Slave to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Sarah Menescal,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter and Kerry,
The Gun Club,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
The Selecter,
Kerri Chandler,
Kas Product,
Dark Day,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unwound,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Audionom,
The Fortunes,
Ornette Coleman,
Minnie Riperton,
The Beau Brummels,
Pere Ubu,
Black Moon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
John Holt,
Brick,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Lucky Dragons,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
48th St. Collective,
Buzzcocks,
Joey Negro,
Eve St. Jones,
Massinfluence,
Fad Gadget,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.